Primanti Brother's Sandwiches 27, Cooking 23

Primanti Brother's vs. Cooking Super Bowl Preview

First of all we want to apologize for misspelling Primanti Brothers on Friday. We were just getting them back for Pittsburghist’s ‘Ivar’s: Nothing Fishy Pier’ post.

So the Steelers won again, that stinks. You know what else stinks? Cutting cabbage, literally. Also, why are tomatoes so hard to slice? You can take a sharp knife, and as soon as you sink it into the tomato the whole thing collapses with seeds and tomato spunk flying everywhere.

Enough about vegetables for a second. We’re just gonna say that our little Primanti Brother’s experiment did not go well.

We got too cute, and forgot that the Super Bowl isn’t like any other week of football. From September through January just the people who show up with beer and chips will usually eat any meal.

The Super Bowl, however, is more event than game. The crowd in your living room will usually triple, and with the extra people comes the store bought pizzas, microwavable snacks, and containers overflowing with pulled pork.

People come to the game with enough food to kill a charging donkey on the spot. Our sandwiches never stood a chance. We would have been the goat of the party, if our host’s TV hadn’t switched over to record a House repeat, causing us to miss the game winning touchdown.

The actual sandwich wasn’t that bad when we made it fresh in our kitchen. The vinegar soaked slaw, was vin-tastic, and our Red Mill French fries were thick and tasty.

We love Red Mill, even if they are mad with power: no cell phones, cash only, signs telling you not to bother the staff unless you hear your name called. It’s like eating at a cranky old man’s house, who happens to serve kick ass food.